"Thank you, I won't be polite then." Wan Yunting was also hungry and started eating.
Watching the man eat, Ruan Xingwen's face revealed a gentle smile. She asked the auntie to bring the aerated red wine and glasses, and poured him a glass, "Teacher Wan, I must toast you. Thank you for treating Moyi's illness."
Wan Yunting accepted the wine glass and smiled, "President Ruan really doesn't need to be so polite. I am a doctor, and treating illnesses is my duty."
"I know."
Ruan Xingwen held her wine glass, her gaze towards Wan Yunting full of sincerity. She smiled, "But to me, you are my daughter's savior. I must toast you."
"Alright."
Wan Yunting no longer declined the polite words and clinked glasses with Ruan Xingwen. Seeing her drain the glass of red wine in one go, Wan Yunting smiled and also finished his.
"Try this fish, I bought it this afternoon, it's very fresh..."
After putting down the wine glass, Ruan Xingwen eagerly picked food for Wan Yunting. Her face was filled with enthusiasm, making him feel a bit embarrassed. He smiled, "Thank you, I'll do it myself..."
"Okay..."
Ruan Xingwen retracted her chopsticks that were picking food for him. Her pretty face was gently smiling, and her eyes looking at Wan Yunting were filled with tenderness...
"Mom, I want to eat sweet and sour pork."
Sitting beside them, Song Moyi couldn't reach the plate of sweet and sour pork. Wan Yunting got up and picked some for her, "Come here, classmate Song, Teacher will pick for you..."
"Hehe, thank you, Teacher Wan."
Song Moyi smiled happily. Wan Yunting asked, "Why do you like this dish as much as my sister?"
"Because it's delicious."
Song Moyi replied with a smile, but Ruan Xingwen was stunned. She looked at Wan Yunting in confusion, "Teacher Wan, do you have children at home?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting ate and smiled, "It's my eldest sister's daughter, but she's much younger than Moyi, only four years old."
So it was his sister's child... Ruan Xingwen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was Wan Yunting's child. kan shu wu. xi a
Wan Yunting, unaware of her thoughts, looked at the home. Apart from the nanny, it was just these mother and daughter living there. Wan Yunting also knew that Ruan Xingwen's husband had passed away from a heart attack, so he didn't mention it, lest he stir up painful memories for her.
Thus, as they ate, they chatted about other topics, occasionally clinking glasses. Ruan Xingwen's pretty face was slightly flushed, radiating a charming smile.
Although she was now thirty years old and a mother of an eight-year-old child, Ruan Xingwen was very beautiful, especially with her outstanding temperament. She usually took good care of herself, possessing a voluptuous and charming figure. Coupled with the red dress she wore tonight, it was like the passion in her heart. Wan Yunting could feel it...
However, at this moment, the doorbell rang outside. The auntie hurried to open the door, and immediately Wan Yunting and Ruan Xingwen in the dining room heard the auntie's panicked voice, "Madam Chen, why have you come..."
"What, we can't come? Get out of the way for me..."
The noisy sounds from the courtyard outside made Ruan Xingwen's pretty face immediately sink. She quickly got up and said to Wan Yunting, "Excuse me, Teacher Wan, please continue eating. I need to go out for a moment."
"Oh, okay..."
Wan Yunting didn't know what was happening. He saw Ruan Xingwen hurry out, and then he saw Song Moyi's little face had lost its smile. She was eating with her head down, looking scared.
"Classmate Song, what's wrong?"
Noticing something was wrong, Wan Yunting moved his chair closer and asked with concern, "Who has come that makes you so scared?"
Song Moyi looked up, her expression pitiful and wronged. She pouted and said, "It's my grandma, they've come to scold my mom again."
"Your grandma?"
Wan Yunting was taken aback. Immediately, a very loud woman's voice came from outside: "Ruan Xingwen, are you going to hand over the shares or not? If you don't hand over the company shares, I'll sue you!"
At this time, in the living room, a plump old woman, in her sixties, had dyed her hair a fiery red curly style. Her wrinkled neck was adorned with an expensive jade necklace, and her ears and fingers were covered in gold and silver. She wore a dark green cheongsam, which made her look plump, like a noblewoman.
However, this old woman had a mean face and a fierce look, especially her loud voice. With just one shout, you could hear her a kilometer away (exaggeration).
Accompanying the old woman was a young woman with a similar face, her daughter Song Meiru. There was also a tall and sturdy man, dressed in a designer casual outfit, with messy tattoos on his left arm, looking like a hooligan from society. This man was Song Meiru's husband, Zhang Dazhuang.
"Sister-in-law, you should obediently hand over the company shares."
Song Meiru had an arrogant demeanor. With her heavy makeup, she looked nauseating. Facing the cold-faced Ruan Xingwen, she sneered, "Why are you so greedy, trying to take over my elder brother's company as your own, yet giving us no benefits? Don't you think you're being excessive?"
"You know, I am my elder brother's sister, and we are his family!"
"Family?"
These words angered Ruan Xingwen. She swept a cold glance at Song Meiru and her mother Chen Meijuan, and said angrily, "Where were you when Jianming was on his sickbed? Traveling abroad?"
"Most ridiculously, you didn't even show up until Jianming was buried. Is this the so-called family you speak of?"
"Ruan Xingwen, don't you dare use this matter to quibble!"
Chen Meijuan put a hand on her hip and pointed at Ruan Xingwen's nose, scolding in her loud voice, "We were delayed by a flight and couldn't rush back. Besides, Jianming is a piece of flesh that fell from me. We are mother and son, that's an undisputed fact."
"And you, you've occupied all the company shares created by Jianming by yourself, and haven't given us a single cent. Do you have any conscience?"
Facing this shrewish and mean mother-in-law, Ruan Xingwen's pretty face turned as cold as ice, her eyes gazing at them with chilling indifference, saying, "Don't you forget, this company was created by Jianming and me together. Of the fifty percent shares, I own half!"
"But before Jianming left, he made a will transferring that twenty-five percent stake to my name. And he never mentioned giving anything to you until his death!"
"Nonsense."
Chen Meijuan's loud voice rang out, her eyes wide open, looking like a fierce shrew. If it were any other woman, she might have been intimidated by her. But in front of her was a strong woman who had experienced the storms of the business world. How could she be frightened by her shouting? She said coldly, "When Jianming was alive, he told me that the property rights of the house you are living in can be yours, but as for the company shares, don't even think about getting involved. Give up on that idea."
"Pah."
Song Meiru jumped up and cursed, "What will? You must have forged it yourself behind my brother's back. You just want to embezzle my brother's company, you heartless bitch, I'll scratch you to death..."
Saying that, she lunged forward, intending to scratch Ruan Xingwen with her nails. Instead, she was pushed away and fell heavily to the ground. Song Meiru then screamed and shouted, "Husband, hit her, quickly hit her..."
Suddenly, the tall and sturdy Zhang Dazhuang stepped forward, grinning sinisterly at Ruan Xingwen. Especially his lecherous eyes, which had been filled with ill intentions since earlier, as if he wished he could pin Ruan Xingwen down under him right then and there...
"Heh heh, sister-in-law, it's best to hand over the shares obediently."
Zhang Dazhuang cracked his knuckles, advancing towards Ruan Xingwen, smiling wickedly, "Otherwise, I won't be polite to you."
Ruan Xingwen's eyebrows furrowed tightly. Facing Zhang Dazhuang's lecherous gaze, she felt immense disgust. But he was a man, and she was just a woman. Ruan Xingwen felt full of grievance, wishing her husband were still alive.
"Husband, hit her..."
Song Meiru, helped up by her mother, screamed in anger. Seeing this, Zhang Dazhuang had no choice but to act ruthlessly, raising his hand to slap Ruan Xingwen... kan ฮดใ
However, the next moment, the scene of Ruan Xingwen being hit did not occur...
"Ah..."
Only Zhang Dazhuang's pig-like scream was heard...